ESCAPE: A Stepbrother Romance (These Wicked Games Book 2) Read Online Free PDF Page B

one across my breasts.
    I nod. “Okay.”
    He pulls the sweatshirt over my head, careful not to hit my nose.
    The cool air caresses my skin, raising goose bumps.
    I look to my left, to watch Cade in the mirror, feeling suddenly shy and unable to look directly at him.
    He looks from my eyes, to my arm over my breasts. Then he takes my chin, turns my face toward him, runs his fingers down my neck, shoulder, upper arm, to my elbow.
    His touch on my bare skin make my legs go weak, but I’m determined not to fall any time soon—I’ve far exceeded my falling quota recently.
    His finger runs gently along the arm covering my breasts. “Drop your arm.”
    My stomach drops at his words, and heat builds between my thighs. “Cade…”
    “I’ve already seen all of you, Mags. And I can’t stop thinking about it. How you stood there, how you glowed. I need to see you again.” He takes my wrist, pulls my arm away.
    I resist, but he’s too strong.
    He stares at my bared tits, grabbing my other arm, pinning both to my sides.
    I notice a bulge forming in his pants, and as I watch, it stretches down his thigh.
    He pins my hands behind my back, wrapping on large hand around both my wrists. Then he begins unbuttoning his pants with his free hand.
    Oh fuck, I’m flooded with desire, delirious with it. I moan as the space between my legs aches.
    His button and fly undone, he pulls down, and I watch with growing excitement and disbelief as the first shades of hair appear… the base of his cock…
    And then the whole thing springs free, and he leans in, pressing it against the naked flesh of my stomach.
    “Cade,” I gasp, and lean into him. This causes pain in my shoulder, with my hands still pinned behind me, but I don’t care.
    He slips his hand in the waistband of my shorts, and I’m so glad I’m not wearing panties, because his finger immediately brushes my clit, and my body shivers.
    He forces his hand in, stretching the shorts, until his fingers are in my wetness.
    “Fuck, Mags, you’re so wet.”
    “Mmm,” I moan. I feel his cock leaving precum on my stomach, and lean in more, so it slides up, nearly between my breasts.
    He gasps, and presses into me.
    “Cade,” I whisper.
    Cade tightens his hand, and yanks my shorts down.
    I look down and see my pussy is fully exposed. And his cock. I want to feel it so bad. Hold it in my hand, my mouth. Anywhere, everywhere.
    “I want to taste you,” he says, echoing how I feel. He grabs his cock, runs it up and down my stomach several times. Then he goes lower, circles my clit with the head, and I cry out.
    “Shh,” he says, and then he’s at my lips, the swollen head of his cock pressing on me, pressing into me, and I think I’m going to lose my mind with pleasure.
    “Maggie?” The voice isn’t Cade’s. It’s—
    The bathroom door opens, and we both freeze.
    Amélie stares at us.
    Not at our faces, but his cock, my pussy. And fuck me I know I should be horrified, but all I can think about is how close Cade’s cock is to entering me, to filling me. About how he wants to taste me.
    About how jealous Amélie must be.
    Then she shatters my fantasy. “What the fuck…”
    She finally looks up into Cade’s face. “What the fuck, Cade?”
    He lets go of my hands and pulls my shorts up. They wedge uncomfortably in my butt.
    “Get out.”
    “Cade, what—”
    “Get out!”
    “No! This is my—”
    Cade spins her around then grabs her by the back of the neck and pushes her out of the bathroom. He looks back at me, then pulls up his pants, and shuts the door.
    I stare at it.
    Then I go to it and lean against it to listen.
    I can barely make out voices. I expected yelling, but I can’t even hear what they’re saying.
    After a moment, I open the door a crack, and the air this lets in reminds me I’m still topless. Somehow, I don’t really care.
    I listen.
    “It’s none of your business.”
    “But I’m letting you stay here! And her!”
    “Yes.”
    “Yes? What the